the dungaree quest

I've been in want of a pair of overalls for some time now. A little pair of short dungarees with french flavour. Khaki, demin, sky blue, red, off white, I'm not fussed.

This forest green overall dress is as close as I've gotten so far. It's cord and has a lovely big pocket, highly practical and a little unflattering in a sort of guilty pleasure way. A pouch in that area just below your belly button that is self consciously sucked in on other occasions, but when stuffed with old tissues and a couple of pens is sturdy and comforting.

However, the quest continues for the right pair of dungarees.

To be worn with a little cotton tee shirt, or a simple long tee, maybe printed with leopard spots or breton stripes. Gallic flair and carelessness, a non descript hairstyle, perhaps a ponytail or bun tied in a rush with paintflecked fingers. To be thrown on with tights and trusty brogues, riding around the city on the bike, running errands, collecting gifts for friends and ingredients for that bike salad you're already concocting in your head.